If I see someone I see the ghost of them, the air around them, and where they’ve been. If I see a city I… — Dionne Brand Copy Share
I felt the unordinary romance of / women who love women for the first time. — Dionne Brand Copy Share
People here believe in uncontrollable passion, in mad rages, and in the brusque inevitability of death. — Dionne Brand Copy Share
“..would I have had a different life failing this embrace with broken things, iridescent veins, ecstatic bullets, small cracks in the brain, would I… — Dionne Brand Copy Share
“And on the sidewalks, after they've emerged from the stations, after being sandpapered by the jostling and scraping that a city like this does,… — Dionne Brand Copy Share
“Angie was a border crosser, a wetback, a worker in the immigrant sweatshop they call this city. On days like this I understand her… — Dionne Brand Copy Share
“There were Italian neighbourhood and Vietnamese neighbourhoods in this city; there are Chinese ones and Ukrainian ones and Pakistani ones and Korean ones and… — Dionne Brand Copy Share
“I run each morning, two, three, sometimes four kilometers. Part of March, all of April, all of May. I can’t run five. I am… — Dionne Brand Copy Share
“It is not the job of writers to life our spirits. Books simply do what they do. They sometimes confirm the capricious drama of… — Dionne Brand Copy Share
“a boat, even a wrecked and wretched boat still has all the possibilities of moving” — Dionne Brand Copy Share
